Date: Sat, 25 Nov 2006 00:02:56 +0000 (GMT)
From: slut
Subject: Family Debt - Part 13
When John arrived at work with his father-in-law Tom, all
the women from the factory floor were grouped around the
notice board. The looks they gave him as the two of them
approached them were enough to tell him that they already
knew more about him than he would have liked. One quick
glance at the board told him what they knew. The three
photos. Him in his daughter's underwear and being mouth
fucked and dildoed. And the third of Claire licking out
her sister's arsehole.
"I have a story to tell you, Ladies," Tom said.
He told them about the stealing of the firm's money, and
of how it would have threatened their jobs if it had not
been caught in time. John knew that to be a lie, but he
thought it wise to keep silent as the looks he was
getting slowly changed from amused to hostile.
"I need a word with Cynthia, Ladies," Tom finished. "He's
all yours for the next half hour."
Tom moved away , and John was left facing the women.
Suddenly they were on him, without warning, and he felt
hands roughly pulling off his suit and shirt. Within
seconds he was left standing there on the factory floor
in nothing but the pink bra and panties that Tom had
chosen for him from Dawn's drawer this morning.
"There's our little sissy thief," he heard someone say.
"Who had pink in the sweep?"
Their hands were still on him, holding him. He felt some
travelling over his body as he shivered in the cool air
of the factory. Amanda stepped forward. She was a waif of
a little thing, hardly anything of her, who had joined
the firm recently straight out of school. John had barely
been aware of her since she had joined.
"I did," she said, looking up into his face. "Hello, Mr
Ames. You've never really taken one bit of notice of me,
have you?"
She thrust her hand down the front of the panties he wore
and grabbed hold of his cock, gripping it hard, he felt
it growing in her small hand, and he saw that made her
smile.
"You will now, Mr Ames," she said.
"What do you want for your prize, Amanda?" someone asked.
She was still looking up into his face, and obviously
enjoying the humiliation she saw reflected there. She let
go of his cock and used her hand to push the panties down
his thighs, revealing his throbbing cock. Someone behind
him slapped his arse, hard.
"Lay him on the floor," Amanda said. "Face up."
They quickly complied, and he was spreadeagled on the
dirty factory floor and pinned down. Amanda put one foot
either side of his body and positioned herself above his
loins. She reached down and lifted her short skirt, and
then pulled aside the crotch of her panties. His cock
grew even harder at the thought of her tight little cunt
lowering on to it.
"You think you're going to get a taste of this, Mr Ames?"
she asked sneeringly. "Think again, bitch."
She let loose and the hot piss cascaded over his cock and
balls. He watched it leave her cunt in a thick yellow
stream, felt it soaking his genitals and flowing down
over his arse and heard the laughter of the assembled
women.